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Fate of a faltu #1 (part 2)

He then realised, his bike keys were in his hand when he dropped his phone.

Have you ever experienced something called "atyachaar?" Yea... life does it to us every day...

Finding an auto harsha came back to his room and took the spare key and came back to take his bike. As he kicked that heavy bullet 350 with his heavy calf muscles, it refused to start. Bending near to the fuel tank he finds out that someone emptied the tank

         With his heavy built body.. harsha pushes the bike to the gas station and gets the tank filled. Went back to the room our hunk feels so bad about himself and decides to have a beer. Checked the wallet wh finds out that he forgot to take the change at the gas station and now was left with just some money.
       He waited for his friend to come. Bit later he found that he has gone home. So he came back and started to read the book that owner uncle's daughter gave.. as he turned pages, harsha found a hundred note in the book.. finally he was happy and started to the bar. He got high with beer. And half way back, he was stuck in the alcohol test.

        Police seized the bike and he has to walk half distance back. When he finally reached his room back he fell on the bed and woke up the next afternoon. He called his dad to send some money and his dad in humour said "its not hero, but producer who is loosing". Wih the money he got, harsha went straight to the police and got his bike back. But the happiness of getting the bike....

P.s :- it is the continution of the part1 of the 3 part series

Hasta la victoria siempre...

Started oozing the love of mine
I lay here with nothing but pain
As I keep on remembering all my life
There were nothing but tears and grief

Some more minutes and I know am gonna leave this world
Fly like an angel to the heavens which cant be sold
Pushing myself free from this planet of uncertainity
Let my death make you confirm that I love you till that infinity

You made my heart rupture with a thorn
And I made my soul free so that I can again be born
Not like a looser the next time I will be
But like a knight with a sharp sword il let you free

Blood you see in this and love I see
Desperate you say and for respect I say
Not all the dreams come true what so ever
But till victory I live forever

Now me, may be you tomorrow
But let there be one for you that can be in sorrow
Seizing this moment here I close my eyes
Think again before you open my dairy once

Oh my dear, here im invisible
Always by your side seeing you I cremble
Played and lost the game of love thats inevitable
Accepted the loss im undenaiable

P.s :- This post is dedicated to all the people who couldnt get their love and suicided... R.I.P your souls

Yea.. Am M.A.D..

After years and years... i played like a kid, i smiled like a kid, i felt like a kid

now you may think.. "Is he mad?"

Yea... am mad... M part of MAD "Make A Difference"

To be true i really went to recruitment drive keeping three things on mind

1. Socialise
2. Help
3. Learn

And this is a perfect platform for you if you want to socialize with youth around you and help the poor kids around while you learn something out of it.
It's perfect.

As i blogged previously about many things in our society like politics, drugs, people, etc., now i decided to change my country till the maximum extent i can. and now i got a platform. which lets me do it like MAD...

As a student mad really can make a difference in your student life. i can say that not just studies guys.. just open your eyes and go into streets.. not opening your wallets and going into some pubs..!!
Be a bit useful to society just one thing. and you can see how happy you can really be.. M saying am happy with MAD

P.S :- I really mean it :)

Last haiku...

You cant get back what you want
Join me in heaven
Because it is what I really mean for my love

CANceR...

                Some where around mid may of 1978, a man took his wife to a doctor.. and seeing that single "X-Ray" the doctor said stumbling six words that would change his family forever "Cancer"... In less than 20 days... she was dead. Her 14 year olsd son then decided to become an "oncologist"
      Not all the dreams come true.. 20 years later, it was now that man's turn.. to lie on the same cancer bed.. and with his 30 year old son grown up. No one couldn't stop his tears from seeing his grandson's innocent eyes.
      Finally even he died after a few days....

Days passed, his grandson never forgot that face of his grandpa... Days turned to years and years to decade.. but his grandson couldnt forget it.. evn at the age of 16. He lost his opportunity of getting into the medicine school...

Depressed for that he decided to do something for the people suffering from cancer. Something something something.. no he was lost... he never got a chance till now except dreaming.

         Yea, me.. it was my story of my grandparents.. Both my grand parents were victims of cancer. So from the childhood I have a dream of "cancer free world". I don't want to see any other kid loosing their loved ones because of cancer.

   I always dreamed of starting an organization which fights for the prevention of cancer from this world.. which is a voluntary organization.
Being in a country with 1.2billion population, every one donating a rupee can cure cancer victims all over the country...

The time has come for us to change.. for us to think.. from our college we are going to start this campaign in a week or so.. wish all of us... you and me all the best to create a "cancer free world"

here are some of our initiatives of our organization

1. Stop smoking. Consuming tobacco.
Lets make our country a tobacco free country, lets force our government to ban tobacco for a change..

2. Medical campaigns
You might say no.. but I definitely say a big YES to all the doctors who you say wont come for medical campaigns. Leave those fat bum doctors who cant lift their own weights.. but our friends? Yea.. they will... take them to rural areas.. conduct free camps.. and say them about the PHC's and their uses instead of going to cities and loosing money they've earned for the whole life...

3. Collect fee according to their financial status
Yea!! This is what we should we do. A rich man can afford all the treatment cost.. but as a middle class man cant, our organization will help him with the other money, and will be taking care of the poor and destitute cancer victims for free.

p.s : I am sharing what 'I Saw and I Learnt' at BlogAdda.com in association with DoRight.in.

SoMe RanDom WorDs...

I trust you, and I still trust you
Though you ignore me I still love you
I wanna be with you, I still wanna be with you
Even you call me a nerd I still love you

You know it makes me cry so hard
When you ignore and still say I don't
My heart loves, but my logic think
May be logic wins, but my heart lives!!

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May be I will speak to you with heart
But remember its already hurt
May be for now I stopped speaking
Doesn't mean that I will stop loving

I love you till I die
And that's what I can say til I'm alive
Believe it or not go to hell
But its true as deep as a deepest well

P.S :- some of lines with my coffee mug...

THe leFt pOeM....

Sitting under this tree I speak to myself
Rumblings of the storm can portray my life
Every drop of it reminds me of a tear
Every second is moving like its an year

Drenched in the rain so lonley I cry
Left my heart away I let it to fly
Lost its wings and fell in thorns
Killed itself it couldnt take pain upon

Groped like a satans claw, came the solitariness
Tore my soul apart, draged me into emptiness
In my dear's dream I live
As long as my soul survive

Worse grew to worst
And my heart became hard
As long as you hate
Grows my love

An unfilled or... rather to be said.. when am in trance.. :)